A streetlight dim and miserable.
Burns reluctantly in grief
The rooftops damp and shining
Sympathy vacant on this street.
An echo of my past
Smiles a crooked smile
In intensity and sorrow
Recites words to the crowd.
The shadows of a strange town
Drunk and in despair
Calls loudly to its people
They observe without care.
Upon a park bench I slept
Without notice or complaint
Until dawns chill awakened me
A poet once again.